“I don’t eat fish,” Peanut informed me rather succinctly last week, as I began to prepare salmon for dinner.
I gave her my stock answer, “but fish is delicious! like candy, really!”, to which she responded with her stock face (sour). Cajooling and bribery aside, I eventually relented and gave her a piece of chicken. Still, for the duration of the meal she continued to ask (with each forkful) “is this fish?” Every bite might have been a piece of salmon, after all (the horror).
Peanut is a recovering picky eater. A gradually recovering picky eater. Over the last several months she’s become less averse to many foods, trying different veggies and even a few green things (she used to be allergic!). But fish is, apparently, still off the table. Always shocking to us as parents. I’ll try just about anything, and my Chinese husband eats literally EVERYTHING.
Then, last night, I decided to make these. Looks like a chicken tender, but shaped like a fish (I’ll let you in on a little secret: it’s fish). Peanut was eager to finish off her meal (I’m sure the promise of a post-dinner jello helped).
Deceitful? Perhaps. Although I’m fairly certain that Peanut is trying to pull my leg a full 97% of the time (so I don’t feel overly terrible).
And there’s a strong message in this experience, of course.
Animal shapes will take you far in life.